In Wushuang City, Dugu Yifang sat high in the main seat and looked coldly at Sima Xi, who was covered in dust and the two bodies he brought back, and said nothing.

After a long time, under Sima Xi's fear and fear, Dugu Yifang finally spoke and said in a cold voice: "Tell me, let's see! What's going on? How do you do it? There are three people, but when you come back, they become two corpses and one person!"

"City Lord, this is like this..." Sima Xi of course heard the bad things in Dugu Yifang's words, so he did not dare to say more. He quickly told Dugu Yifang about the process of the matter in detail, and at the same time focused on the amazing martial arts that Xie Feihong possessed.

In short, Sima Xi means that it is not that our national army does not work hard, but that the Communist army is really excellent. It is already a blessing that he can come back with two corpses.

"As a result, I still want to reward you!" After hearing Sima Xi's words, Dugu Yifang's eyes became even more gloomy.

Without saying a word, he flew up from his seat and kicked Sima Xi away with a dragon-subduing leg, hitting Sima Xi heavily on the pillars of the hall, and then slid down to the ground with broken bones.

"City Lord, please spare me! City Lord, please spare me!" Seeing Dugu Yifang seemed to be unhappy, he walked slowly towards him with a gloomy face. Sima Xi did not care about the biting pain all over his body, and directly asked for mercy.

"Give me your life?" Dugu Yifang snorted coldly and came to Sima Xi, directly lifted his chin, and said in a cold voice: "Okay, give me a reason to spare you!"

Sima Xi knew that this was his last chance, so she ignored everything else and directly showed the most powerful evidence: "Please take a look at the corpses of Lord Lu and Zhu Jiutao first. If the lord still blames him after seeing it, Sima Xi has nothing to say!"

"Okay! I want to see if this knife that you praised to the sky is worthy of such praise!" Dugu Yifang looked at Sima Xi deeply when he heard this, without saying much, stood up and came to the two corpses in front of the hall.

……This is!

As the city lord who can support such a large foundation as Wushuang City, although his martial arts may not be as good as the real Dugu Yifang, he is enough to rank among the top experts today.

Therefore, although he did not see Xie Feihong taking the sword with his own eyes, he could still use the wounds on Lu Tianxiong and Zhu Jiutao to see some of Xie Feihong's sword techniques to look at them!

What's more, the blades on these two corpses were used by Xie Feihong to declare war on the Sword Saint, so he deliberately left some knife intent in the marks. It was these knife intents that made Dugu Yifang feel the sword and the unparalleled slash!

"There are such a sharp sword in the world!" Dugu Yifang bent down and gently brushed the wound on Zhu Jiutao with his hand. Feeling the terrifying sharpness, he couldn't help but say in surprise: "How is this possible!"

After a long time, Dugu Yifang finally moved his eyes away from the two corpses, and after a moment of silence, he said in a solemn voice to Sima Xi: "Say what you just said again, and describe it more...his knife!"

"Yes!" Sima Xi didn't know that his great disaster had passed at this time, so he didn't care about the pain and told him about his experience of removing makeup again. At the same time, as Dugu Yifang wished, he focused on describing how cruel and fierce Xie Feihong's knife was!

"August 15th, is the full moon night?" After a moment of silence again, he looked at the two corpses on the ground again. Dugu Yibian said solemnly to Sima Xi: "Go down to heal your injuries, and go see someone with me in the morning."

"See someone?" Sima Xi was slightly stunned when she heard this, and then immediately understood who Dugu Yifang was talking about, so she quickly responded: "Yes, the city lord!"

At the time of the time, in the sword hut outside Wushuang City, Dugu Yifang ordered people to carry two corpses and Sima Xi into it. After a moment, an incomparable sword intent soared into the sky and pierced into the sky! At the same time, with the arousal of this sword intent, with the sword hut as the center, all the sword weapons in the entire Wushuang City area trembled gently like a psychic, as if they were in fear and as if they were worshiping!

A day later, a shocking news began to spread around with Wushuang City as the center, and soon swept across the Jiuzhou martial arts world!

That is August 15th, Wushuang City, Wushuang City’s Sword Saint, who will fight against Xie Feihong!

"Oh?" Tianxiahui, Xiongba couldn't help but be amazed at the information he had just obtained, and chuckled with his eyes shining: "It seems that our Master Xie is indeed not simple. He can really let the Sword Saint take action. It seems that his sword is probably more extraordinary than the rumors in the world! Otherwise, with the arrogant character of that guy, the Sword Saint, wouldn't waste time on such a guy."

"Then..." Wen Chou Chou came over and said, "Gangmaster, look... what Xue Antian agreed to..."

"Give some of it first," Xiongba said lightly: "The rest... will be discussed after August 15th."

Originally, Xiongba thought that the conditions for Xue Antian to offer Xie Feihong were a bit high, but now it seems that the conditions are not too much.

If Xie Feihong died under the sword of the Sword Saint, then Xiongba did not pay much and successfully accepted a group of elite men sent by Xiejiazhuang to his territory and retained the fire seed.

Moreover, this group of elite men still has a blood feud with Wushuang City. Although it may not be useful now, after his training for several years, he can be regarded as a pioneer in attacking Wushuang City.

It would be even better if Xie Feihong did not die under the sword of the Sword Saint. A mere batch of supplies could provoke internal friction in the southern martial arts world. Is there any more cost-effective business than this?

By the way, the other party seemed to have specially named someone and asked for a slave, but it doesn't matter. It's just a slave, so what if he was once the son of Nanlin's sword head?

"I understand," Wen Chou said.

"Is Wushuang City? Interesting," Xiongba narrowed his eyes and said, "If it weren't for my difficulty leaving now, I would really want to go and see it myself!"

In the Tianxia Association, Duan Lang, who was working hard in the horse house, suddenly received a news from the Tianxia Association's manager who was responsible for managing them that should be considered a bolt from the blue for him. That is, he would be treated as goods to a martial arts force Xiejiazhuang, a martial arts force that had never been heard of in the south!

What a joke! He is the son of Nanlin's sword head! Duanlang!

Now that he hasn't even asked his opinion, he sent him directly to a small and unknown force. This has caused the family to fall apart. How could he be willing to be influenced by his father Duan Shuai since childhood?

So, after hesitating, he still contacted him for a different fate from his fellow members. He has been highly valued since joining the World Association and was accepted as his good friend Nie Feng, the leader of the World Association, as his disciple.
Chapter completed!